The sea waters churned with renewed passion.Its dark waters ebbing with vigor akin to sea dragons threatening to destroy the small island in its midst.The waves rose forming gigantic walls which started their descend towards the island.
This was the wrath of the sea and since ancient times man has always been powerless before the overwhelming might of nature.With the gods gone man could no longer rely on the might of gods to rescue them hence the age of man had finally descended.
On the small island stood a man his dark hair waving in the wind .His figure cast a sorry state upon the gigantic wave but his green eyes were resolute.Tightening his grip upon the bow in his hand he picked up an arrow from the quiver hanging by his side .Drawing the arrow upon the string his momentum surging forming a blue hue that gathered upon the arrow and then releasing it.
The arrow flew from the bow forming a blue streak which passed by the air before colliding with the monstrous wave. Bursting into a blue light illuminating the night sky.When it faded the wave was no more and the sea was still.
This was the beginning of the grand blue calender and that man was the pioneer of the voyagers a group of human whose powers rival the sea.
From a record of voyagers.